08 Jul The Love of the Apostle He Loved

Posted at 14:55h in Poems, Saints by

Briars and thorns abound
In gardens no one believes
And I clutch to foreign ground
One of Jacob’s scattered leaves

In lucid dreams I see the cross
And always I can only stare
For a word, I am at a loss
So far away, so far up there
Groaning for spiritual elsewhere

The words flow full fire
Waters tepid from the air
Might I ever expire
Offer for me a prayer

As the days fall away
I so slowly prepare
Sweet aloes for the day
I bury myself in my lair
Groaning for spiritual elsewhere

The words flow full fire
Waters tepid from the air
Where I slowly expire
O God, answer my prayer
Clear every thorn and briar
With the gospel I gave everything to share

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